...
Oboro was very tired... He felt like he had a very long dream. The dream was pitch black, without any content or images.
He couldn't remember anything...
But in the dream, he could feel the existence of 'self-consciousness'.
His spirit was always in a very fatigued state.
It was as if he couldn't sleep soundly...
After an unknown amount of time, Oboro regained consciousness...
The vague illusions and haziness faded away, and he regained awareness of his real limbs.
His eyelids twitched for a while, and then he opened his eyes.
He was awake.
The first thing he noticed was not the scene in his vision...
But the severe pain and weakness...
His head could move, but the speed and strength of the mental transmission were quite slow and weak.
His brain released a signal to get up... But his body didn't give any 'feedback'.
"Strength... I've lost my strength..."
In a daze, Oboro understood.
His mind began to flash back to the scene when he was fighting with the Gyudondond Tribe's old man when his consciousness was still present.
He seemed to have been punched through the chest by the other party, and then he was thrown away... He couldn't remember what happened after that.
Looking at it now... He had been rescued?
"The Association?" Oboro muttered softly.
Suddenly, he heard a sound of choking and crying.
He turned his neck and found a woman crying, with tears flowing...
"You... You're awake."
The woman was smiling and crying at the same time.
Who was she?
Oboro's eyes stiffened.
Phyllis Lily... That's right, it was her.
"You don't have to answer me. Rest well first."
The woman wiped away her tears, and gently advised him.
Oboro blinked his eyes, and stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling.
Strength...
Had he... Lost his strength?
...
"You're in this situation now because you brought it on yourself!"
"The most dangerous thing about rituals is the rules. Once you get involved, you have to abide by them... What's more, the ritual was initiated by the Gyudondond Tribe, so the rules would definitely favor them. With this kind of team configuration, rashly advancing the mission is just increasing the difficulty!"
The next day, Bisky's playful yet serious voice came from the ward.
She put one hand on her hip, and pointed at Oboro with the other, scolding him.
It seemed like she was blaming him, but every sentence revealed concern.
On the side, as a friend, Wing also rushed over to visit Oboro's condition.
"Master."
Wing leaned against the wall, pushed up his glasses, and sighed softly.
The mission was already over... Oboro's current condition was very bad, and it was useless to say these things now.
With this thought, Wing glanced at Oboro, who was lying on the hospital bed with a somewhat dazed look.
He had heard from the mafia that Oboro had been like this since he woke up, and it had been many days...
And Oboro had been in a coma for more than three months... And had been relying on nutrient solution to sustain his life.
People from the Association would also come to take care of him from time to time.
It was already a blessing that he had narrowly escaped death.
"Given the situation at the time, if the ritual had been allowed to continue, it would have taken at least two months to calm down. It would have been impossible to wait for the rabbit without a head-on conflict. The other party would definitely leave as soon as possible when the ritual was about to end. The chief of the Gyudondond Tribe would leave the residence. Although East Gorteau's territory isn't large, finding a person would be like finding a needle in a haystack. All in all, it would have taken at least half a year to complete the mission... I understand Oboro's choice." Wing said.
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, Bisky punched him on the head without any politeness.
Wing scratched his head with a wry smile.
"Life is always the first priority compared to time!" Bisky glared, "I taught you that!"
"The Chairman clearly wanted to train Oboro, and Oboro also knew this... If we followed what you said, and waited for the ritual to end before cleaning up, it might have deviated from the Chairman's wishes! What's more, Oboro has always been challenging strong people to break through himself..." Wing wanted to say something more.
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Bisky.
In fact, Bisky also understood... That Oboro was too eager for power.
If he didn't face danger head-on, he wouldn't get the 'power' that the old man had mentioned. This was the key to the trial... Oboro had challenged it precisely because he had seen through this.
"There are many ways to pursue and obtain power... There's no need to die on one line. To be honest, I didn't agree with the mission that Chairman Netero assigned to Oboro this time beforehand... And it wasn't just me, it included some other senior Hunters who knew the news. It was a little too fast, forcing growth... The old man certainly has his own ideas, but there's no need to follow them blindly. If it doesn't work this time, there will be a next time..."
Bisky crossed her arms again, and muttered with great dissatisfaction.
Wing and Bisky were arguing, but Oboro, who was on the bed, didn't react at all.
"Power and risk are proportional. If the Chairman wants Oboro to improve, no matter how many times, the difficulty won't be reduced, and it might even be more tricky. So, I don't agree with your point of view, Master."
"Ahhh! Shut up!"
Bisky looked annoyed.
"Um... Can you let him rest for a while?"
Phyllis Lily, who was sitting in a wheelchair on the side, smiled gently.
"It's just a temporary loss of power. It's nothing to you... Moreover, you can still recover as long as you get the corresponding training! If you can't even get through this little setback... I can only say that I overestimated you!"
Bisky realized that Oboro's mental state was not good, gave Wing a wink, and the two turned around and prepared to leave.
But before leaving, the blonde girl took a deep breath, and turned back to say: "When you burst out with aura again, you'll find that... It has transformed, and become stronger. Just like I mentioned before, Nen needs the power of the heart to support it. This requires going through experiences and understanding... You must be prepared for this."
"I don't fully understand your Nen ability, and I don't know how far you've developed your Nen ability, but based on your performance in the Heavens Arena before, although the abilities you conjured were complex, like a game... The strength was too poor! No matter what kind of world you constructed, your 'ability world' was a tofu-dreg project. Even if it seemed very large, it would fall apart with a single blow..."
"The foundation of abilities, after all, is still Nen... Although I don't agree with the old man's approach, I recognize his intention. Before you spend too much effort to create the entire tofu-dreg project, and waste a lot of effort, tearing it down and starting over is undoubtedly a way to cut your losses in time, and a correct way to reverse the situation. In the future, your Nen will be reinforced concrete, and will be a more solid raw material that can construct Nen abilities... Now it just depends on whether you have the courage to start over."
After saying this, Bisky took the lead and walked out the door.
"Oboro... I believe you can do it."
Wing also cheered him on.
"Thank you."
Just as the door was about to close, Wing heard Oboro's faint response.
Wing smiled...
...
The ward returned to silence.
Oboro turned his head and looked at the open window. The sky outside was azure blue... And the temperature was pleasant.
Before, the Association had already told him about the situation at the scene when they found him, including some deductions.
That was, what might have happened after he fainted.
What Oboro himself could be sure of was that his 'game world' had completely collapsed, stemming from the fact that he, as the 'server', had a problem.
The fact that he could survive, and kill Ike... According to the rules of the game, he should have locked his health, which might have been one drop of blood, or two drops. His subconscious drove the chaotic and collapsing Nen ability... Many of the game characters he had created could save his life at critical moments, such as Zilean, or Tryndamere, Ekko, and the like. The healing spells and runes also had recovery effects.
But because of the limitations before, he could only randomly select one to use when using his abilities.
Now that the limitations had been broken, the more he recklessly abused his abilities, the more the game program would naturally accelerate its disintegration, until it disappeared...
He wasn't discouraged... The reason why he had been habitually spacing out was because these days, he had been thinking about how to rebuild his abilities. The 'power' that Netero had spoken of, he had indeed obtained.
Just as Bisky had said.
He had truly established a connection and bond with his own Nen...
Instead of just simply using it.
From now on, no matter what happened, Oboro would choose to believe in it, and believe in his own Nen.
In the few years since he had come to this world, he had been relying on his advantages and perspective as a transmigrator, and his 'omniscient' knowledge... But this kind of mentality had almost led him astray. The old man Netero had pulled him back in time.
If his ability, 'The Game Vault of the Endless Illusionist', had been fully developed, it would have been impossible to tear it down and start over... At that time, it would have become the tofu-dreg project that Bisky had spoken of, which was impressive on the outside, but weak on the inside.
It looked scary... But the strength was actually relatively low.
And it would have easily made him, this 'creator', immersed in the gorgeous appearance.
Even if he had realized it, it would have been too late to regret it.
"Whether the game world is stable or not depends on Nen. If I recreate the other dimension, high-intensity Nen can support more of my ideas, and it won't collapse or be repaired easily... The game's memory will be larger, and there will also be a firewall to resist intrusions... Most importantly, I need NPCs, agents in the real world!" Oboro's thinking had become clearer after this incident.
He realized that he had pushed open a door that could truly allow him to reach the top of this world!
Before, his ideas had been good, and he would have received full marks for the development and creation of Nen abilities. This was thanks to the system, and at least surpassed more than 90% of Nen users.
But after all, he hadn't truly integrated into the Hunter world. His practice and experience were too far behind from peak experts like Netero... Surpassing only 90% of Hunters was far from enough.
If he wanted to reach the pinnacle, he had to surpass everyone... And reach a state that had never been achieved before, and would never be achieved again.
And not just surpass most people...
"Lily."
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